Date: Fri, 16 Oct 2009 07:56:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: T. Chase McPhee
Subject: HoT FuN iN THe SuMMeRTiMe: TRaNSiTioNs
You know the drill: The story below is a work of fiction, set in the format
of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is
entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon
persons, of continents or islands, in countries, counties, cities, towns,
villages, neighborhoods, streets, cul-de-sacs, nor governmental or
non-governmental areas, which the story is staged. If a sexual scene
involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here?
Seriously, if guy-to-guy sex stuff makes you barf or is going to screw up
your mind, you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under
18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read
this story, by law. Check with your local laws regarding such.
% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use
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HoT FuN iN THe SuMMeRTiMe: TRaNSiTioNs
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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They played it by ear, first going for the necessities, Adam instructing,
"Clothes first."
"What about my computer?"
Changing plans, Adam said he would gather Jake's clothing into the big
garbage bags, "You get your computer and any other things you value. You
let me worry about the threads!"
Fortunately they had comandeered one of the Shipman-Inc. limousines, so it
was an easy task, other than traveling up and down a flight of stairs `a
hundred times', for the two to load every stitch of clothes Jake owned,
including those from the hamper, which of course Adam reminded him to
take. For Jake, into his backpack he stashed his laptop and other techie
devices, iPod, etc. Waiting at the side of the limo, the driver, Edilson,
helped stuff the bags into the back compartment, big enough to hold the
first four bags Adam brought out. Each time Adam or Jake would bring
something out, he asked, "Is this it?"
Checking his watch, Adam says, "Right now they should be almost ready to
leave the cemetary for the reception hall. Are you ready?"
"For what?" Jake asks.
"Have you taken all you wanted?"
"I think I have to go back for one more thing," Jake replies.
Looking upon the back of the limo, stuffed to the gills, Edilson, the
driver comments, "I don't think we can fit another thing in here. These
shocks were meant for people, not what they carry!"
Assuring him the things he was headed back inside the house for would not
blow out the tires, Adam followed Jake back inside. They entered a room
Adam was not accustomed to visiting. "Is this your father's office?" he
guessed, noting the stationery items, computer, things a company
businessman would stock a home office.
"Yeah. It's in here I think," Jake said, opening a file cabinet draw.
"What?" Adam asks, looking into the paper cavern.
Instead of a file folder, Jake extracts, "When my father `did' do stuff
with me, it was mostly me following up on these," he said of the navy blue
coin folders.
"Wow!" Adam said of the quarters with the states engraved on them. "You
have all fifty?"
"See for yourself," Jake replied, handing Adam the folder, "then grab up
some others out of the draw and hand them here."
Taking up his father's attache case, Jake opened it, placing it on the
desk. Then he proceeded to arrange the coin folders neatly in the
bottom. "This is where working out in the school gym is going to pay off!"
Still, when the case was filled to the edge, Jake had to take some out, put
them in the only other holding container they could find, a small waste
bin.
They were inside the limo, taking a breather when Jake exclaims, "Hold
it... hold it! One more thing!"
Two minutes later, Jake was dashing across the lawn, holding up his
toothbrush!
Once again inside the limo, Jake says, "I only have one regret."
"What's that?"
"I feel like I'm betraying Kip."
"Yeah. I do kind of feel the same, but there's no reason why you can't pick
him up and do stuff together from time to time?"
"Right," Jake replies, "but looking to the negative is `the wicked witch of
the west' going to allow me?"
"You can only do the best you can Jake," Adam this time doing the thigh
pinching.
Edilson butts in, "Say, where are you guys going to stash all this stuff?"
Adam and Jake look at each other, jaws dropping, both enunciating the
words, "OMG!"
"Didn't think of that little detail did you?" their driver asks.
"Not," Jake replies, but confronts Adam, "What am I going to do with all
this stuff Adam?"
"We," Adam replies. "Remember, we're in this together, right?"
"Maybe for a night or two, but... frankly Jake, I don't think my parents
would want you to like `live' with us."
"At least `they' understand."
Listening in, Edilson asks, "Understand about what?"
One thing Jake and Adam learned from this whole `out' business is older
people, those like fifty and over had much less likely of a tolerance
towards gay issues, let alone anything which has become more acceptable in
society. But weighing the fact Edilson prying, they chanced him being okay
with, "Adam and I are gay."
"Oh, so you're a couple?"
It was a sign of relief, Adam and Jake exchanging glances. Immediately,
from Edilson's response, the two knew everything was copasetic, so Adam
continues, "No. Just really good friends."
"Yeah," Jake carries it, "since we were in sixth grade."
"Long time," Edilson replies. "You know, I'm sure it would be alright with
my brother if you placed this stuff in his garage?"
"Really?" Jake jumps at the chance. "Are you sure?"
"Sure I'm sure," Edilson replies. "And if you need a place to stay I'm sure
he wouldn't mind taking you in."
"Cool!" both teens reply.
They did have reservations about Edilson dropping them off at the church
hall, with all Jason was worth in the limo, including the twenty or so coin
folders, worth plenty, but Adam had a good feeling and relayed it to Jake.
"I hope you're right," Jake says.
"When have I ever been wrong?"
It would not be the first time Jake has reminded Adam, "The time when you
mistook the guy at the gas station for being gay and he wasn't?"
"He said we both could give him a blow job?" Adam replies, as always.
And always the answer, Jake says, "You're fuckin' lucky he didn't call the
cops!"
"He was a nice guy."
"He was a little into himself."
"Yeah," Adam agreed, "and such an exhibitionist!"
But then they stood there at the entrance to the reception hall, Jake
asking, "What do I do?"
"Be yourself."
"You mean myself before I alerted mother's church friends I was gay or
before, when I lived in the stuffy closet?"
"Be yourself the way you are now Jake!"
"Okay," Jake replies, placing his fingers around the long door handle to
the church, which resembled a plumber's pipe attached to two door knobs.
He opened it ajar, Adam placing his palm against it, closing it.
"What tha?" Jake asks.
"This is for good luck!" Adam gives him a kiss.
Jake immediately warns, "There could have been somebody watching, Ad?"
"Yeah right, but remember you're out. You don't have to worry about stuff
like that anymore?"
Putting it to Jake, he thought it okay, but still had his reservations. "I
suppose you're right, but can we off on the gay stuff after we get inside?"
"Sure. We're here to pay respects to your father. Not to cause a
scene. Besides, we don't need your mother bitching about it, do we?"
In frustration, Jake replies, "It would make it so much easier if she would
just accept things, instead of fighting them."
"I know, but it has taken centuries to get to where we are today. Give it
time Jake. Probably fifty years from now it'll be as natural as shopping at
a supermarket and it being commonplace for same-sex couples to shop without
even caring they're a couple."
"Too bad people couldn't have thought like you do fifties years `ago'!"
"Things can't be as sweet as that all the time Jake."
Then, thinking about it, about how others have paved a way for future
generations, Jake asks, "Adam?"
"What?"
"I'm not saying this because of my mother's unacceptance of who I am, but
because maybe this church needs to wake up and start thinking about the
issues. Maybe not for the adults, but for the children, someday they are
going to have to be exposed to things like two guys walking down the street
holding hands." Jake slips his hand into Adam's palm. Same time, his other
hand is opening the door.
"Jake?" Adam says, pulling their hands apart. "You said...."
"I know what I said." Then grabbing Adam's hand once more, Jake replies, "I
changed my mind, okay?"
And so it went, the two eighteen year olds walking into the Braxton Baptist
Church and Community Center, conversation beginning to dwindle until only
clinking forks on plates remained, a few stragglers from the conversation
pools, their attention being cast towards the doorway to see the silhouette
of the two high school graduates walking hand-in-hand.
Kip, first to encounter inside the door, he makes it as quiet as possible,
"Mom's gonna kill you!"
The headlines flashed in front of Adam, `Baptist mother kills son at dead
father's reception'.
Jake, totally ignored Kip's comment, responding instead, "Solidarity bro!"
"Huh?" the twelve year old replies, cocking his head to the side.
Adam breaks out of his newspaper in the air, asking, "Are you with us Kip?"
Still the young teen didn't get it, till Adam snatched up his hand. "Are
you with us?" he reinforced his position.
"Okay," Kip replies and allows Adam to stay latched onto his hand.
Well, none of this lasted very long. Who were they kidding? Jake's mother
allowing this to happen in front of all her Baptist friends? In two seconds
flat, she was across the room, swiping Kip's hand away from Adam's, hiding
the kid behind her back more or less, shielding him from the two `evil
ones'.
"Your kind is not welcomed here!" Then to Jake in particular, "How could
you do this to your father?"
Outside Jake said he wasn't going to make a scene, but he wasn't about to
let his coming out be totally erased from peoples mind once the reception
was over.
"I know you don't understand, but I like being with `my kind' mother. As
for father, I'm sure he would not fit in the mold of your radical Christian
beliefs."
"Your father is just as much a Christian as I am and furthermore...."
"Oh? Is that so mother? Would your Christian friends have a cow if they
knew dad was an atheist?"
Maybe it was true, but fired up in emotional stress, Jake's mother's stress
levels began to accelerate and she couldn't contain herself, yelling at
Jake, then turning to violence. Her hand, stretched out to the side, flew
sideways through the air, catching Jake on the side of the face.
"Ugh-h-h... oh shit!" Jake exclaimed.
If not for Adam standing next to him, chances are Jake would have wound up
against the farthest wall, such was the blow to the side of his head.
"Jake... you okay honey?" Came Adam's immediate concern. And when Jake
responded in the affirmative, still feeling up his teen shadow, Adam
slaughtered with words, "Really Mrs. Calder... acting with a violent act in
front of all your Christian friends?"
Then, coming forwards, taking Jake's mother's arm in his, the pastor of the
church says to them, "In the best interests of the family I think you two
better leave."
"What?" Jake got his last dibs in, "And not eat the food I so painstakingly
gathered early this morning, so the reception for my father's gay and
straight friends could pay honor to him?"
Oh, the pastor was a livid as Jake's mother, coming back at Jake with, "The
only `vermin' in this church are you two boys and I would suggest your
leaving before it becomes necessary to contact the police?"
"Here Jake, catch!"
At least there was one person on his side, Kip, throwing him one, then
another apple.
"Thanks bro!"
But it wasn't a happy scene for the twelve year old, getting pretty much
the same treatment as Jake, minus the swat aside the face, but a rugged tug
at the collar of his suit jacket sent him reeling backwards, into the
clutches of his mother's arms. She accused, "Oh no you don't. You two
devils have done enough damage to this family and I forbid you to make
contact with Cindy or Kip ever again!"
Cindy was off someplace in the nursery, but as for Kip he wasn't giving
up. "Don't listen to her Jake!"
Out the door and down the steps, heading for the limo, Jake hands Adam an
apple.
Adam says, "I'm going to save this."
"Not hungry?" Jake asks as he bites into his apple.
"Of course. We teenagers are always hungry, but I'm going to save this as a
token of your first time standing up for the gay community."
"Well I don't think I did too well. Did you see the faces of all the
others?"
"Matter of fact I did scout around the room," Adam replied in a way in
which it left reason for doubt that everyone was in unison regarding their
beliefs.
"Okay. What's up?" Jake asks as they near the limo.
"Do you remember the rookie pastor who was standing next to the others at
the grave site?"
"The dark-haired guy with the white collar? Yeah. Actually I thought he was
kind of hot. What a shame he's one of the bigots!" Jake says with
accusation.
"Your mind was probably on what the dude reading the eulogy was saying, but
I have to admit it was pretty much making me drowsy, so I kind of took up
checking out guys and a few times I could swear his eyes and mine locked a
few times."
"What are you saying Adam?"
"Wait. There's more. Just now, while the chief priest was over defending
your mother, our eyes locked again and guess what?" Adam didn't wait for
Jake to talk. "He cracked a little smile."
"No way! Do you think...."
"Could be nothing. Out of all those peops there's got to be one or two who
doesn't agree with everything which was happening."
Jake giggled.
"What?"
"It's too bad the crew from the office weren't there."
"Yeah," Adam thinks too. "Oh could you see it? I bet Jonathan Trent would
have turned around slapped your mother!"
"Yeah," Jake replies. "And I could just see him doing something like that."
"Yeah," Adam says too, as they climb in the limo, "and can you picture Sam
wrestling the priest to the ground?"
Jake says, "Yeah and he'd probably rip open his pants and start sucking him
off!"
Carried away with their joking, was lifting their spirits. Too, the smoky
black glass windows of the limo played a part in them not seeing a figure
walking towards the vehicle. Neither knew someone was standing outside
until the heard a tapping on the window. With a push of a button, Adam is
lowering it.
"It's you!" Adam exclaims.
"Me?" the dude asks.
"Hey Jake? This is the rookie priest I was telling you about!"
"Rookie priest?" the Christian dude questions.
Adam replies, "Well you're not the head priest, so I figured you were...."
then forgetting all that jazz, Adam inquires, "Um, why are you
like... here?"
Leaning with his arms along the window ledge, the young priest leans in and
says, "I know I can't speak for those inside, but I would like to extend my
apologies for the way they acted." Shaking his head, he tells them, "They
are just not ready for the truth, so they make up excuses or totally ignore
it." Then, switching from Adam to Jake, "I like the way you stood up for
yourself in there Jake."
"Thanks. Um, does it look like I was scared shit?"
"No. Not really. I do admire you for turning the other cheek."
"Huh?" Jake asks, with not understanding.
"Jesus. He says something to the effect, when a man causes you harm,
instead of acting out the same agression he has bestowed upon you, turn the
other cheek."
"And?" Jake asks.
A love tap to the side of Jake's face, one Adam and he have often done to
each other when they `don't get it', Jake takes on the faux slap. "What he
means is for you take whatever the guy dishes out and don't get angry at
him, right um... hey, what's your name?" Adam realizes they were talking to
the dude without the respect of knowing who he was.
Reaching in, the white-collared dude replies, "I'm Adrian Devyn Boyet the
fourth. And you?"
Adam smiles, replying, "Adam Oliver Telemann the first!"
Jake was bored before the two even got started, so turned his attention to
Edilson, filling him in on what transpired a few minutes ago.
"Good to meet you," Adrian replies, but then adds, "my close friends call
me Devyn."
With hidden motives, Adam asks, "Um, like what does somebody have to do to
become your `close' friend?"
Devyn knows Adam `knows' and replies, "Um, you're not going to like tell
the homophobics inside are you?" He thumbs over his shoulder at the church
building.
"I could," Adam replies, "but I'm not really that type of guy. Y'know, `our
kind' have to stick together?"
All Devyn did was smile.
Then Adam strikes up a deal, "Tell ya what though, you come with us now and
help unload this stuff and maybe I'll keep my mouth shut!"
Little did Adam know, the twenty-four year old pastor standing, had such an
urge to reach his bod further into the limo, take the back of Adam's head
in his hand and kiss those lips! But what holy terror would be unleashed if
one of the parishers caught him? He was taking a chance talking to Adam in
the limo no less!
"I guess I would not mind a little slave labor in exchange for you to keep
our little secret?"
"Are you going like that?" Adam asks. "Or do you want to change?"
"I'll just step over to the phone booth and change!"
Devyn helped himself, grabbing the door handle and pulling it open. At
first, Adam and Jake occupied the two swivel seats with their backs facing
Edilson, but when Devyn hopped in, Adam switched to the backseat.
"What's this?" Jake asks, turning his attention from Edilson.
"Devyn. He's coming along to help us unload the stuff in Edilson's
brother's garage," Adam replies.
But the two teens stopped for a moment when Devyn paid them no mind,
loosening the white collar from around his neck, then unbuttoning one, then
two buttons.
"Keep going," Jake joked.
Inside, the limo took Devyn out of his pristine world, turning him into an
ordinary, everyday gay guy. He asks Adam, "Is he horny like this all the
time?"
Laughing, Adam answers the question, "All the time!"
"I am not!" Jake responds, reaching forwards and slapping Adam on the knee.
Nobody would have guessed it's the precise time Edilson takes it upon
himself to pull forwards. Without the restraint of his seat belt, Jake took
a nose-dive into the back seat.
Devyn says, "Oh my... truly this boy is horny!"
Jake's face landed right in Devyn's crotch, his knees hitting the floor,
`assuming the position'! And as soon as he could steady himself, catching
up with the inertia of the car moving, he backed out of Devyn's crotch and
poised himself in one of the swivel seats, immediately fastening his
seatbelt. While finishing up on the latch, he informs Devyn, "Sorry, but I
don't swing that way!"
Getting it, Devyn again drops innocence and replies, "Good to know. Hmm, I
bet you have a juicy piece of meat to tenderize?"
Adam puts it to Devyn, "Looks like Jake isn't the only horny guy around
here!"
"Right now I'm feeling `very' horny," Jake says, clutching his crotch with
his hand. "Anytime you want to come over here and take care of this
reverend, feel free to make your move."
Devyn replies, "Next time your driver puts on the brake!" But of course,
Devyn has his seat belt on. Also, out of the two in the back seat with him,
he had more of a fond desire to making friends with Adam!
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Back at the office, the elder Shipman had called TJ into his office and
regarding a serious matter. He started into his long speech about the
acquisition of some stock, "Thomas, we have to handle this situation with
the utmost sensitivity."
"Regarding?"
"It's a good thing Jake Calder got ticked off at his mother."
"How so?" TJ asks, kind of confused at where his father was going with
this.
As plain as he could put it, Shipman tells, "The sensitive thing I'm
talking about here is the `gay issue'."
"What about it?"
"Well, if we ever intend on creating some type of merger with his father's
company, we're all going to have to pitch in and try to work this out
smoothly, regarding Jake's mother's attitude towards homosexuality."
"You can't turn it on and off like a faucet," TJ replies, getting what his
father is driving at.
Part of his plan, he tells his son, "I think in order to get around the
issue, we need to take precautions. First off, I want to you to layoff Jake
and his friend... what's his name?"
"What?" TJ acts in a furiated manner. "Layoff? You mean `fire' Jake and
Adam! Wouldn't that constitute slander? Bigotry? How can you..."
"Now calm down son," his father said, placing his hands on TJ's shoulder
and gently depositing him back into his chair.
In TJ's thinking, for a moment he put the subject matter away. There it was
again, the `son' biz, something lost between them years ago,
resufacing. Too, TJ can't remember his father treating him in such a gentle
manner, his hands used to heal and not hurt him.
"I'm not out to fire anyone, nor cause anything as disturbing as your
thoughts have dictated. No, I want you to temporary give them a leave of
absence, which would...."
"Oh, leave of absence. Now that's different and yes, I see your point."
"Oh really?" TJ's father replies. It's rather `new' to the old man, his son
acting with intelligence, like something snapped and he's able to think on
his own!
"C'mon dad," TJ talked frankly, "y'know," he confesses, "I know I acted
like an asshole for the past few years..." he stands, gets back up on his
soap box.
"Yes, you have," his father replies, but instead of seriousness, he cracked
a little smile.
"But I've changed."
"I can see that," his father said, standing, walking over to him, "and I'm
glad we're finally seeing eye to eye, son."
The promotion was one thing, business, but his father placing his arms
around his son, hugging him, it meant something entirely different to TJ,
more than signing a paper, closing a business deal or recorded thoughts
from a board meeting. Human emotions lent a hand in healing the rift
between the two, which had kept the two from leading a solid father-and-son
relationship.
"I'm really sorry for being the way I was."
Breaking, his father replies, "Why don't we just put it all to
rest. Besides, it's not you I'm worried about at the moment."
Sitting back down, TJ in the chair, his father on the ledge of the desk,
they have their first warm father and son chat, which has not transpired in
numerous years.
"Chip has changed," TJ puts it in perspective.
His father agrees, "Yes, though I've only seen it happening more
recently. Lately he and I have drifted apart."
"I know," TJ replies. "You two were always so close."
It shed some darkness of Alexander Shipman's past relationship with his
son. "Most likely the problem, whereas you and I began having our falling
out. If only I had paid more attention to you Thomas... um," his coughs, "I
mean TJ."
"I think I prefer you calling me Thomas."
"Oh?" Alexander asks.
"Ah yeah. It's different than the staff addressing me. More personal."
Alexander smiled. Some real, warm feelings were surfacing
here. "Alright. `Thomas' it is!"
"About Chip," TJ dives back in, "it could be he's just feeling the
transition."
"From? To?"
"Every guy goes through it, the high school years fading away and a course
set on college ahead of him. I have to admit it was a bit different for
myself, but I think because, and this is not meant to make you feel guilty,
your spending much time with Chip has made him more grounded."
"But the way in which he is acting?"
"Curiosity," TJ replies. "Haven't we all been through it?"
"Yes and I've been meaning to explain it to you," Alexander says with a
smile.
"You don't have to dad. It doesn't matter if your bisexual or gay or
whatever you are. I'm following through with how I want to live, as Chip
is. It's no different for you."
"At my age I suppose you could term me a late bloomer!"
The two laughed and when it died down, Alexander relays, "I'm glad we had
this time to chat."
"Me too," TJ says. To get there before his father thinks of is, "And, I
don't know how I'm going to do it, but I'll handle Jake and Adam's
temporary status."
Moving both hands like crocodiles or hand puppets, Alexander's words
accompanying seem to aid in the matter, "Money talks!"
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